Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Thinking of her obedient baby, Wen Zhixi's heart softened.

She usually behaves wildly, but when she softens, she is really terrible.

Wen Zhixi leaned against Chopin's arms, her skin was icy and soft as if she had no bones.

Obediently, softly.

No longer as domineering as usual.

Chopin also liked her wanton and unrestrained personality.

But men, of course, like it too. His wife is submissive in every way in front of him.

Best of all, let her do what she does.

She will cooperate as she is asked to cooperate.

Let him refurbish in all kinds of tricks, crushing in all kinds of ways.

She is obedient and accepts.

Chopin also hugged his beautiful wife, stroking her slender waist with his palm.

The creamy and lukewarm heat wave is rolling in.

Although just now... Chopin is inevitable, and...

He pinched Wen Zhixi's waist, easily picked her up, turned her face over, and the two faced each other.

Wen Zhixi is still missing the two children.For a moment, without realizing it, Chopin was also on his mind.

Her whole body was held in his arms, skin to skin.

Chopin also lifted Wen Zhixi's chin, his voice was low and hoarse: "Madam, don't think about it anymore."

"We're sure to find those two little babies."

"I have already used private detectives to investigate the whereabouts of these two babies."

"If there is any news, I will notify Madam immediately."

His consolation greatly relieved Wen Zhixi's anxiety.

All day long, with only one thing in mind, it is easy to collapse.

Wen Zhixi let out a long breath and decided to divert his attention.

As she thought about it, she suddenly felt a numbness in her waist.

The big palm caressing her waist was very restless.

Wen Zhixi has just been tortured, her slender waist is still sore.

She raised her chin slightly, raised the end of her eyes, and gave Chopin a glare.

Little did they know that her glaring stare fell into Chopin's eyes——

Hiss, winking eyes like silk, enchanting nature.

Thieves...

Seeing Chopin's restless little thoughts, even more turbulent.

Chopin also held the back of Wen Zhixi's head, pressing her against him, and couldn't wait to kiss her red lips.

Snapped!

A crisp sound resounded throughout the bedroom.

Wen Zhixi slapped Chopin too.

This slap was merciless. After the slap, Wen Zhixi's palms were burning?

Chopin also had a bright red palm print on his handsome face.

It hurts just to look at it.

Wen Zhixi's vermilion lips parted lightly, and she was furious: "Chopin, you are still not a human being, you only stopped for 5 minutes, and you started torturing people again!"

"If your energy is really high, and you have nowhere to vent your energy, you can go out for a run, or get some bread outside!"

Chopin also touched the stinging left cheek, and in the depths of the dark pupils, clusters of star-streaked anger were burning.

It's just that it's been suppressed so deeply that it hasn't been revealed.

He was angry, not being beaten.

He was used to being beaten by Wen Zhixi.

Wen Zhixi once whipped him with a small leather whip, and it was so merciless that it bled and left scars.

Chopin was never angry either.

This kind of petty fighting, Chopin also regarded it as love between husband and wife.

But today, he was really annoyed.

Just because Wen Zhixi asked him to go out and "get one"! !

It makes him angry!

Xiao Bang is also Wen Zhixi, who has guarded himself like a jade for more than ten years, and has never gone out to mess around.

Wen Zhixi actually asked him to go out to "bag", isn't this an insult to him!

Chopin is also really angry!

He immediately made a plan and decided that today he must severely punish this disobedient little wild horse!

Chopin also suppressed the anger in his eyes, hid his emotions, let go of Wen Zhixi's hand, and got up from the soft couch.

Wen Zhixi glanced at him lightly, and was very satisfied with his getting up and leaving.

Chopin also walked to the wine cabinet and picked up a bottle of rice wine that looked ordinary and inconspicuous.

With a bang, the rice wine bottle was opened.

The transparent light yellow liquid filled the rum cup, and Chopin drank six cups in a row, poured another cup, and gave it to Wen Zhixi.

Wen Zhixi is addicted to alcohol.

I want to have a drink if I have nothing to do, let alone in a bad mood now.

She took the glass of rice wine and drank it down.

Chopin also had a flash of light in his eyes, which was fleeting.

He calmly poured wine for her.

Cup after cup.

A bottle of rice wine bottomed out in an instant.

Wen Zhixi stretched out the cup again: "Fill it up for me!"

Her face was still fair, without the slightest hint of drunken blush, and she looked sober, no different from when she hadn't been drinking.

But Chopin knew it too.

At this time, Wen Zhixi was already drunk.

She can't drink on her face, but on her ears.

Those white and small ear tips were already red enough to bleed.

And her hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.

Chopin also glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, and a cunning flashed in his eyes.

It was a kind of high-concentration rice wine specially developed by the winery.

It looks unremarkable and has the fragrance of fruit wine, but it has great stamina and is easy to drink.

Chopin also looked at Wen Zhixi who was standing there holding up his wine glass, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He took the wine glass in her hand, threw it on the floor, and pressed down her outstretched arm.

Wen Zhixi's arms drooped, and her movements were a little louder.

The cashmere blanket draped over her body slid down to the ground along her exquisite curves.

For a time, spring is infinite!

Chopin's eyes were also suddenly bright and abnormal.

He rolled his Adam's apple, raised his chin, and poured all the rice wine in the glass into his stomach.

Once Wen Zhixi was drunk, she would try her best to pretend that she was not drunk, sitting upright and collapsing a little stiffly.

Chopin also stood opposite her, taking off his disguise, his face was full of wickedness and arrogance.

He pinched her chin, raised her face, and looked down at her.

Like a male lion, looking down on a wild horse tamed by itself.

Chopin's fingers stroked Wen Zhixi's face, from his forehead to his lips.

He pinched her face, not feeling sorry for her at all, just pinching her like that.

On her plump cheek, a deep finger mark was pinched out.

Chopin also smiled proudly: "Baby, you are drunk by me again!"

Wen Zhixi blinked her beautiful eyes, not knowing what happened.

Her face was in pain, and it hurt from being pinched.

She turned her head impatiently, trying to get rid of the restraint.

Chopin also pinched her harder, this time not only on the cheek, but also on the shoulder.

Wen Zhixi sat on the soft couch with a straight posture, but her mind was already in a mess.

Like paste.

Not an iota of judgement.

The hand that Chopin also placed on her shoulder exerted force.

Wen Zhixi was thrown on the soft couch, limp powerlessly.

Chopin also bent down, trapping her in his arms.

He was in a good mood seeing her powerless look.

Chopin also tore off the bath towel around his waist, and slanted his lips: "Xi Bao, aren't you very wild."

"I'd like to see how capable you are!"

"Come on, show me!"